Monday, September 29, 2014

Time with my Dad - Inspiring Touching Story

When I was a little girl, I remember that when my dad was repairing
something, every time he asked me to hold the hammer, just so we would
have a time for
a conversation with each other. I never saw my dad drinking or taking a
„night out with the boys“, all he did after work was taking care of his
family.

I grew up and left home for college and since then, my dad had been
calling me every Sunday morning, no matter what. And when several years
later I bought a
house, my dad was painting it by himself for three days in the 80-degree
summer heat. All he asked, was to hold his paint brush and talk to him.
But I was too
busy in those days, I did not find any time for a conversation with my
dad.

Four years ago, my dad was visiting me. He spent many hours putting
together a swingset for my daughter. He asked to bring him a cup of tea
and have a talk with
him, but I had to prepare for a trip that weekend, so I did not have
time for any long conversations that day.

One Sunday morning we had a telephone talk as usual, I noticed that my
dad had forgotten some things that we discussed lately. I was in a
hurry, so our
conversation was short. Few hours later that day came a call. My father
was in a hospital with an aneurysm. Immediately I bought ticket for a
flight and
on my way I was thinking about all missed occasions to have a talk with
my dad.

By the time I have arrived to hospital, my father had passed away. Now
it was he who did not have time for a conversation with me. I realized
how little I
knew about my dad, his deepest thoughts and dreams.

After his death I learned much more about him, and even more about
myself. All he ever asked me was my time. And now his has all my
attention every single day.